Not Yet (Scrap)

This is a scrap; it’s an incomplete story which I heavily doubt I will finish.  Still, it has some fun foreplay elements, and some nice D/s.  If you don’t mind something that may be a little rougher around the edges and is incomplete (so you’ll need to fill in the ending with your own imagination), please enjoy.

Your back strikes the wall.  Pressure comes over your body as I pin you to the wall, your wrists pressed firmly down at your sides as your gaze meets mine.

Despite looking into the eyes of someone who want to devour you, you keep your will resolved and your expression resolute.

Glaring, you fill yourself with defiance and struggle, trying to pull your wrists free, but my hands hold fast, unrelenting in their restraint without squeezing.  You growl and hiss, trying to pull away, but my hands don’t budge, and a small smile begins to come over my face.

Your arms are lifted upward.  Now, you resist as best you can, try to struggle, lock your arms, do something, but my strength overcomes yours like you were just a child.  “No,” is all I say as I lift your arms high, so high you almost need to stand tiptoed, pulling your body up as my hips press into yours.  Your breath quickens as I lean in, setting my face inches from your ear.

“Now be a good girl and stop struggling,” I whisper, sliding one leg between yours and grinding my thigh against your crotch as teeth sink hard into the place where your shoulder meets your neck.

A sharp intake of breath tells me that you want to moan, want to yell, but don’t want to give me the satisfaction.  The way your hips grind just barely against me as my thigh presses into your still-covered pussy tells me that you’re turned on.  The quivering of your body tells me of your breaking resistance, and the now-pathetic attempts to break my grasp tell me you can’t just surrender.

So I bite you again on the neck, and kiss you on the earlobe.  I press my thig inbetween your legs and press my hard chest into your soft breasts.  I pull my teeth from your neck to see you trying to avoid my gaze.

“Look at me.”

You refuse to obey the command, and for a moment one of your wrists is free before a shock of pain reels through your face from my slap and your knees almost buckle, if not for the fact that my thigh is supporting you, holding you up by the cunt.

“Look at me.”  My orders are obeyed, and you try to hide the lust in your eyes as I hold both of your small wrists with one large hand; A symbolic binding compared to the previous one, but you know what will happen if you break that binding.

You know I’ll reduce you to tears if you break that binding.

My gaze doesn’t break from yours, as I soak in every expression as my free hand traces fingers down your arm, along your neck, making you pleasantly shudder when it reaches your bite mark.

When it touches your breast, a soft, lustful sound escapes your lips and a smile, darker, crueler, more dangerous and more beastial replaces the previous one.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, breaking and surrendering.

“What was that?” I ask, teasing your nipple through your shirt and pushing up against your crotch with my leg when your legs weaken.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimper, your eyes beginning to beg.

“I can’t hear you,” I smile darkly.

“I need you to fuck me!” You almost scream, leaning forward a bit as I move in.  Our bodies are enveloped in heat as our lips touch.  I kiss you like I want to devour you, like I want to eat you alive and drink up all of your pleasure like an incubus, peaking your soul only to devour it.

I kiss you with hunger, fire, need, and when I pull back I smile cruelly, letting your wrists go as I grasp the front of your shirt with both hands, tearing it open and exposing your hard nipples to the cool air outside your chest.

“Not yet,” I say, sadism and rapture etching itself hard into my voice as I keep you from falling to your knees by grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you up before I lean in to wrap my lips around one of your nipples.

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